Tougher than a Dakota Mosquito

Last year at this time, I shared the story of my family’s move from Michigan to Minnesota when I was a kid. Our modest backyard bordered an expansive wetland, a not uncommon feature in an eastern Minnesota suburb. Upon arrival my sister, then five, went running through the house, and after seeing the backyard through a window, shouted, “You guys, our house has a park!” The wetland was beautiful…